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Sunday, June 10, 2007

Hey! Blogging again.
I guess it has become an everyday routine...
Oops...
Every 2 days...
I guessed you will have figured it out that I am in fact a ballerina after seeing that I am tagged by my ex-ballet friend...
Not an accomplished one, though.
At least not as good as Wen Xin.(I saw her dance before)
Yesterday, as we entered the studio to get ready for ballet class, we were greeted by an unusual sight.
There was a puddle of wats-it? Definitely not water.
Alongside the puddle, there was a trail of liquid (not water) that leads to the door...
Us, girls, have to jump over the obstacle to be able to get to class...
We were all wondering what the puddle was when I tapped a girl who was years younger.(Approx Kindergarten 1)
She looked positively frightened...
'Do you know what is this?'
She didn't reply. Was I that frightening?
Another piped: Urine!
Ewww...
After that, we refused to get any closer to the puddle of URINE!
We asked the teacher to clarify our doubts.
She said she dunno.
'Does it smell? If it does, then it's urine'
OMG
I refuse to believe it. Girls, the most refined and well mannered of both gender, actually urinated in public?
They called the cleaner in.
He was grumbling all the while as he mopped.
As the lesson went by, the puddle of soaped water mixed with urine eventually dried.
Then, a girl probably from grade 6 or intermediate came in.
She did her stretching exactly on the spot where to puddle was...
o.O
After class, we found out from the teacher that she thinks it was a girl that is somehow related to another girl in our class...
Cuz she saw that there was a wet patch on the girl's leotard.
Haha...
Little kiddies pee-pee in class...

Okays, I am evil...
Lolz...

Oh, ya.
There was this new girl, who is super tall.
I USED to be the tallest girl in the class, but compared to her I am nothing.
She's abnormally tall!
She's like, 2 heads taller than me!
I feel so short...

Got to go oladi... My back still aching from the 50 sit-ups we did yesterday before class... Supposed to Skip 500 times, 50 sit-ups.
You must point your toes and jump high above the ground. That is considered 1 skip. If you did not fulfil the requirements, that skip is not counted.
And the sit-ups. You do it on the wooden floor. No mats. The middle part of the spine is the most painful. 50 sit-ups. Ouch.

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